The old threshold is

not worn out, my visitors --


step right over it.

Here I wait resting on the door jamb
standing betwixt and between
shall I stay here or drop my hand,
move beyond what I’ve known and seen?
What will be out there to my left and right
where will the next step take me from here?
They said danger is there out of my sight -
threats, jinxes, and disease if that step I dare.

But if I move back into the shady cool
I’ll be safe in this cozy inner space.
Being in between without old rules
not knowing the beyond I’ll face
is scary but this is a journey of revelation
even if sacrifice and loss is in this race
I trust I will find peace and inspiration.

death comes
hungry

at times swiftly
like a high
wind

rushing
through in
wanton disregard

other times

slowly like an
iceberg

stealthy, lurking

obscured

by the flower that
is love

hushed

by the music that
is life

subdued

by the dance that
is spirit

as we pass our days
on this swirling
sphere

until our threshold's
met

At the threshold
   Between calamity
      And perfect harmony
         You and I walk
      On ropes too tight
   And heights too great
To make a mistake